Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.